I’m sitting here at the Alexandria RV Camp with a sweet tea to my left and trees to my right. We are finally in Louisiana and almost ready to begin our next adventure. I say “almost” because The Hubs and I are living in our RV until our permanent housing plans are finalized.
Now that we’re somewhat situated and ready to reclaim some normalcy, I can be honest and say this move was not the easiest move. My sister sorta laughed and said judging by my Instagram, it looked like I had everything under control. Her statement caused me to take a critical look at my photos and have a moment of honesty with myself and my Instagram/Facebook friends. Honestly, I’ve probably cried more in the last three weeks than I have in the last year. It just felt like everything that could possibly go wrong was going wrong. Perhaps the scariest thing of all is that I came thisclose to losing my husband.
To this day, we’re not exactly sure what happened, but I thank God that he’s still here and that he was able to celebrate his 52nd birthday yesterday. Like any married couple, we fuss and fight and we push each other’s buttons, but there is a deep love there. But, more importantly, there’s a deep friendship. And I’m happy that I get to share my life with him.
Beyond excited to be living our next adventure as Papa Tony and Yaya,
